Thanks, But I Think I’ll Pass
Last night at bedtime my son wanted to give me a kiss on the lips. He grabbed my face and dove in, lips pursed, a maniacal expression on his face.
“No way!” I screeched in alarm, turning my face away and pinning down his octopus hands.
“Why not, mommy?” He gave me his best Cute Puppy Dog Look. “People kiss on the lips. They do.”
“Because for one thing I have a cold and I don’t want you to get it and for another thing, we are not kiss-on-the-mouth people,” I say, feeling pretty darn good about this explanation. “Now lie down and go to sleep.”
He put his head down on the pillow but (more…)













